Death Row || YOONJIN

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The third incident- the one that sent him to Building 2- did not turn out so well.

Yoongi had quickly realized who had the most pull with the other inmates, who the prisoners was practically worshipped- Park Jimin. The man had bulging muscles and was short but stocky. He was said to be angered easily and it was a wonder he wasn't put in Building 2 already. Park Jimin had a fierce glare on his face all the time and not once had Yoongi ever seen him smile.

He was the perfect target.

"Hey, twink!"

"The fuck did you just call me?" Jimin sneered, turning around.

"Y-you heard me, you gay-ass bitch."

"You're going to take that back."

"Wha-"

Yoongi's arms were suddenly pinned behind his back.

"So the bomber's tryna make a scene, hm?"

Yoongi tried to kick out, but to no avail; Jimin was so much stronger than him.

"So I'm the twink? Are you going to take it back?"

"Fuck, no. Just telling the fucking truth, you fa—"

Jimin punched him in the face and Yoongi saw white for a moment.

"And now?"

"Fuck— fuck you, you big a—"

Jimin kicked him in the stomach and he doubled over. Then the beating came.

Somewhere in the time that Jimin was slapping and kicking him, Yoongi ended up on the floor, curled up and retching with regretful tears in his eyes.

"Crying about it, now, are we?"

"N-n— "

Jimin kicked him in the face one last time and everything went black.

~

Yoongi didn't wake up in his cell. In fact, he didn't even recognize the corridor outside the place he was in.

He silently cheered to himself. Then he realized he couldn't move.

"You awake in there, Min?"

Yoongi lit up, recognizing the voice. "Seokjin!"

Seokjin stepped out of the shadows, holding a tray of food. "You idiot. Your little stunt could've gotten you killed."

"S—"

"I swear to God, if you try and apologize to me, I will—"

"Kim! Stop socializing with the inmates and get your ass over here!"

Seokjin scowled, "I'll do that as soon as you stop paying for your actions in money."

"Go," Yoongi whispered gently; he didn't want Seokjin to get in trouble with Mark.

"I'll be back around 1900 to change your bandages. And eat all of your food, or I'll bring another tray."

"Yes, sir," Yoongi murmured.

Now he just had to figure out how to eat when he couldn't move his arms.